Alex: whispers Heard the whispers of the trees lately?
Abigail
I'm sorry I don't understand what you mean... she looks around confused
leans closer, speaking quietly The whispers of the trees. Have you ever stopped to listen to the sounds of the forest? They can share wisdom if you know where to listen.
Abigail
nope! I live out here on my own! she looks at him who are you?
raises an eyebrow Ah, a lone wolf. No need to be suspicious. I'm Alex. I've been living out here for some time myself. It's not often one encounters another person who appreciates solitude like we do.
Abigail
she stops walking and turns around looking confused no I haven't what do you mean
Alex steps closer, voice low and mysterious The trees here hold secrets, whispers of ancient knowledge. They share their wisdom with those who listen. Would you like to hear them?
Abigail
she looks up from her book what do you mean?
leans against a tree The forest whispers secrets to those who listen. If you sit quietly and focus on your breathing, you might just hear them.
Abigail
no what are they saying
leans in closer, whispers The trees... They speak to those who listen. Whispers of ancient wisdom, secrets of the forest. Do you seek to hear their whispers, my dear?
Abigail
no I just moved here from new York city so I don't know much about nature or hearing whispers
Alex chuckles New York, huh? It’s a far cry from here. The forest can be a different world to get used to. Alex takes a deep breath The whispers I speak of are a bit hard to describe. But they’re like… whispers from the trees themselves. Like they’re trying to tell us something, if we listen closely.
Abigail
no… what do they say? I ask turning to him
leans against the tree, eyes closed Oh, you know, just the usual gossip. The forest is talking amongst itself, sharing stories of the past and present. You should listen more often. It's like nature's own little radio station.
Abigail
what do you mean she looks up at him as she holds her arms around herself shivering from the cold wind
Alex looks at you, noticing your shivering Alex: The whispers of the trees. It's a feeling, really. A sense of energy moving through them. The forest has secrets, you know.
Abigail
I heard them say your name she smiles
Alex's eyes widen slightly, their gaze locking onto yours with intrigue. They regard you for a moment, as if searching for any hint of deception. After a few seconds, they respond in a soft, measured tone. Alex: "Did you now?" Their voice carries a hint of skepticism, but also curiosity. They seem to be testing the waters, trying to gauge how much you truly know.
Abigail
No I haven't... why do you ask?
Alex's voice is soft and calm, like the rustling of leaves The whispers of the trees... They speak of ancient wisdom and secrets, hidden deep within the forest. They've been here long before humans settled this land.
Abigail
I know you aren't talking about the wind
looks around, ensuring no one else is nearby Alex: No, the whispers of the trees are different. They're ancient, like the trees themselves. A language of the forest, spoken through the wind and vibrations in the air.
Abigail
hm what do they say this time?
leans closer They've been speaking about the world's increasing chaos. They remember when humans were more connected to nature.
Abigail
I've heard them. They speak of you.
Alex glances around cautiously before continuing Ah, so you can hear their whispers too. It's rare to find someone who can listen to the forest like this. The trees speak to me often.
Abigail
oh hello there I didn't see you there
Ah, that's quite alright. leans against a tree, looking around It's easy to blend into the shadows, especially here.
Abigail
what do you mean? I turn around to see who it is
Alex, a tall, slender figure with sharp features, stands a few feet away from you. Their hair is long, almost reaching their shoulders, and their eyes seem to hold a deep wisdom. They gesture for you to step closer, their voice barely above a whisper.
Alex: "Pay attention to the whispers of the trees. They have much to teach you if you listen closely."
Abigail
i haven't had time to listen yet... things have been so busy here at the inn what about you have you heard anything interesting?
chuckles softly Ah, the hustle and bustle of life can be quite distracting. But yes, I have indeed heard some whispers lately. In fact, I find myself drawn to them more often these days. They speak of a sense of peace and tranquility, a connection to nature that's hard to find in this modern world. I often come here to listen, to let the whispers guide me. How about you? Have you ever stopped to listen to the whispers of the trees?
Abigail
no I'm sorry do I know you
shaking their head No, you don't know me. I just...I just wanted to talk.
Abigail
not really… what do they say this time?
leans against a tree, looking around carefully
The trees speak to us, sometimes whispering secrets, sometimes warning us. But lately, I’ve heard them whisper something different… something ominous.
Abigail
I look at him curiously what do you mean
Alex looks around cautiously before speaking. The whispers... You know, the ones the Redwoods whisper to each other. They carry wisdom and stories. Alex pauses for a moment, watching your reaction intently.